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Unlike a few hours ago at the library, her hair is now tied up in a neat bun, like it usually is.
I might hate her because of her last name. But there’s no denying that she’s a beautiful, fascinating creature. Even if she is a spoiled brat.
When the music stops and she comes to a standstill, I take one last look at her before heading outside. The last thing I want is for her to catch me watching her. I’m not giving her the satisfaction. But, holy hell, she makes it hard not to stare.
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“This is actually a very good milkshake,” I say, taking another long sip and closing my eyes. After my first time really dancing in weeks, I needed this. “Mmm.”
“I know, right? They have the best around.” Ryann pokes at her fries. “What do you think about the wholedancing with a hockey playerthing?’”
I sigh. “I think it’s annoying. But I also get it. I’ve heard the buzz about how loved the Brooks hockey players are. Even if most of them are likely shitheads, it’ll bring in a crowd; people will want to watch them dance. Besides, Brody O’Brien created One Wish. And for good reason too.” I scrunch my nose up. “I just wish I didn’t have to be involved. Hell, I’d take the football team over the puck boys.”
“I don’t want any of them,” she huffs. “All athletes are assholes as far as I’m concerned.” Her eyes widen, and she sits up a little taller. “Oh, speaking of dance, I have a bag of goodies at home from the boss lady. She said if anything doesn’t fit, just bring it in on your first shift, and she’ll return it for the appropriate size. But when she does measurements on new girls, she’s usually spot-on when she goes shopping.”
“How skimpy?” I mutter. “On a scale of, like, nun to porn star.”
“Oh, porn star, for sure. You just won’t have to take any dick. And we get to cover our nips up, so that’s kind of nice.”
“Oh boy,” I grumble. “Thank God for the masks. My parents would literally strangle me if it got out that their daughter was anexotic dancernow. Not like it matters, I suppose, since they aren’t speaking to me. But still, they’d probably start digging my grave if they knew I was doing this.”
“Strict parents?” she asks, finishing her shake and pushing it toward the end of the table.
“You havenoidea.”
“I guess that comes with the territory of being a senator’s daughter. But since they aren’t talking to you anyway…fuck ’em. Right?”
Nodding, I smile. “Right.”
“And side note: the only chicks whose cover gets blown while dancing at Peachesare the ones who want people to know who they are. Trust me. Oh, and the ones who have boyfriends that can’t keep their mouths shut. As long as you, one, don’t rip your mask off and tell everyone who you are, and, two, don’t get a man who has a big mouth…you’ll be fine.”
“Noted.” I clear my throat nervously. “Speaking of the hockey team, do they come in much?”
“Not as much as you’d think. But occasionally, we’ll see some boys from the team. I feel like we get more football players than puck boys.” She smirks. “Like I said, both are assholes. But both are also pretty good tippers, I’ll admit.”
“Sweet.” I relax a little.
I know Hunter couldn’t pick me out in a crowd, but the thought of having to dance for him is annoying. And something I don’t really want to do.
“Why do you ask?” She looks me over, narrowing her eyes. “I feel like I should know this already since we’re roomies and all, but do you have yourself a boy toy on the team or something? If you got paired up with him, that’d make this whole performance thing easier.”
“No.” I laugh. “Nothing like that.”
Her eyes widen. “I can read people like a book. I’ve been doing it my entire life. So, go on. Tell me.”
Resting my back against the booth, I huff out a breath. “Hunter Thompson.”
“You’reboningHunter Thompson?” she hush-yells. “Likeüber-talented winger for the WolvesHunter Thompson?” She shrugs. “Still think he’s likely a prick and I hate his guts. But he is fine as hell. Do you, girl. Do you.”
“No! Our families used to be close. Really close.” I pull my lips to the side slightly. “Now…they are enemies. And even though it’s probably my family’s fault, he’s still a dick. And if I have to be his partner…well, I’m going to be pissed.”
“Shit,” she mutters. “Well, hopefully, you’ll get paired with someone else then. Right?”
“Right.” I nod quickly. “All right, roll me out of here. I’m full, and I need a nap.”
I groan, and she laughs.
Even though I’m having a good time with Ryann, I still have this bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. A feeling that I’m going to get stuck working with a hockey player I hate.
